Fiends pt1: Skin Undone
by Kerouac· from Split w/ Pariso
Split legs on bed frames
every inch of skin undone 'til a stillness in their eyes becomes
words just drift into noise
as you bury your lust in the sheets
cut off hope like a cancer
and sweat out your youth like a fever
you just say it makes the music sounds better
with a head full of junk